Ah, yes, the membrorum parallelismus. Simple enough, but I still had a hard time writing it. As you can see, it’s a short poem that has an antithesis for every line before it.

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I loathe the light

And I hunger for its warmth

I am robbed of sight

But still I see your terror

I have no reflection

But your eyes are mirrors

I am fear’s perfection

Riddled with scars

I am a mirage

But still your reality